Sep 11, 2008 03:57
The truth is I must have fucked up pretty badly to push my best friend away. . . I'm not even sure I know what happened anymore. Nothing more can be said at this point anyway, either the hatchet can or cannot be barried and I don't have the power to change anything after an appology. I miss her dearly though.
I'm living down south again, still working in seattle and will be living there again soon.
Drinking hasn't been happening like it used to, I realized that when I'm happy and comfortable I usually pace myself better. The world is hard, and ugly but occassionally it burts with beauty and light. I don't want to loose anyone else in my life because I'm being a professsional alcoholic jerk. . . I've met this group of people in seattle around my age that are locals, they seem different than the hipseter kids I've met thus far.
I've been reading a lot of Emma Goldmen lately and anarchist zines.
I started my own zine as well.
something new and different has started in my life...something rational. I don't want to announce it on here though.
deal.